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October 13, 2002 Our Story Feel like saying something prophetic, poignant, proper, something starting with a p, I guess, or maybe not. Letters, words, nothing is really material when they're unable to describe feelings. One of the ironies of life, dot dot dot, whatever. I'm bitter. I spent too much time watching college football today. Saw my team go down after staying ahead for most of the game. Bitterness comes from Okalahoma, three years running. We'll get 'em yet. I have a part of me that feels like a teenager and another which is like an old man. The former yearns for friends and companionship and the latter aches for work, for money, for solitary confinement. I have a kid, he's small. He just turned seven. No, not really. I know I haven't talked to you in a while, but I just wanted to exercise my thoughts for a few moments. Hope you don't mind. Love you forever. | |||